previously admired elsewhere; she prefers the professional to the
amateur, and estimates her skill by the attractiveness of the
huntresses who have hitherto stalked it. The iron-faced suffragist
propagandist, if she gets a man at all, must get one wholly without
sentimental experience. If he has any, her crude manoeuvres make
him laugh and he is repelled by her lack of pulchritude and
amiability. All such suffragists(save a few miraculous beauties)
marry ninth-rate men when they marry at all. They have to put up
with the sort of castoffs who are almost ready to fall in love with
lady physicists, embryologists, and embalmers.


Fortunately for the human race, the campaigns of these indignant
viragoes will come to naught. Men will keep on pursuing women
until hell freezes over, and women will keep luring them on. If the
latter enterprise were abandoned, in fact, the whole game of love
would play out, for not many men take any notice of women
spontaneously. Nine men out of ten would be quite happy, I
believe, if there were no women in the world, once they had grown
accustomed to the quiet. Practically all men are their happiest when
they are engaged upon activities--for example, drinking, gambling,
hunting, business, adventure--to which women are not ordinarily
admitted. It is women who seduce them from such celibate doings.
The hare postures and gyrates in front of the hound. The way to
put an end to the gaudy crimes that the suffragist alarmists talk
about is to shave the heads of all the pretty girls in the world,
and pluck out their eyebrows, and pull their teeth, and put
them in khaki, and forbid them to wriggle on dance-floors, or to
wear scents, or to use lip-sticks, or to roll their eyes. Reform, as
usual, mistakes the fish for the fly.